Page 21 of Dying to Meet You

My cock is at full mast, but other than brushing it with my arm when I reach for her, I’m not laying a finger on it. Keeping Eden in view, I move to stand in the window where the drapes are wide open. Other than a camera mounted by Hutton outside on the porch, no one outside our yard can see me. Not that it would stop me. Being watched is its own turn-on.

If Matt looks toward the house, he’ll see me standing naked in the window looking at him, my dick resting on the windowsill. Eden moves in my periphery. “What are you up to, B?”

“He’s been distracted lately, huh? Staying in his room…” I lean my hands on the upper part of the window, making my cock drag back on the windowsill. The pressure gives me a tickle in the back of my throat. A breeze could make me cave. “Should we give him a show?”

Opening the window, I call out, “Agent Scholl!” He whips around toward the house. It’s a still day in the high sixties, but a shot of heat flashes through my body as he stalks toward the back door while pocketing his phone.

“Close the window, Blaine. Now.”

Eden giggles next to me as she moves in front of me. “I think we need the airflow,” she calls in a taunt.

He picks up the pace. When we hear the back door shut, I nip at Eden’s earlobe while whispering, “Got him.”

Matt closes the door to the laundry room behind him. “It’s not safe to stand naked in front of a window. We don’t know who could be around.” I can’t take him seriously when he’s pulling his shirt off. Fuck my life, that man has the perfect trail leading to the prize he’s packing.

“Uh-huh. Sure. Some of Wes’s ninjas?” Eden folds her arms under her breasts, causing them to spill over. I can’t help myself. Leaning over, I swipe my tongue across a nipple. “Mmmm…B, more of that please.”

My heart is my throat, when Matt frees his cock. The bounce as he moves has my gaze pinned on him.Come here you beautiful son of a bitch. Once he’s within reach, I put a hand against his chest to stop him.

Call it edging…or inspired torture. I leave both my lovers standing near the cracked window. Returning to the washer, I lean back against it with my ass resting lightly on the edge. My cock pulses in my hand as I stroke from base to tip. Once…causing Matt to pay closer attention. Twice…Eden’s small moan lights me up. I pleasure myself in front of them, stopping them both more than once as they try to get closer. A foot to Matt’s chest, a hand grabbing Eden’s waist.

“Fuuuck…oh, fuck, fuck…” Spurts of cum shoot out hitting my leg and Matt’s ass since he’s moved close again.

Did it abate that surge of neediness I was feeling? Fuck no. If anything, my desire to make love to Eden and Matt is only stoked hotter. But my mission was to start it, and they can finish it…now, or…

“Meet me in the gym?” I’m pulling a pair of washed shorts from a stack on the nearby counter. “Quick.”

Our home gym is nothing short of outstanding. Hutton filled it with all the latest equipment when he built his addition. I’m sprinting down the hallway laughing to myself when I hear them both behind me, cursing. “You little shit,” Matt says as he closes the gap in just his underwear. Eden is next to him in her flannel shirt and nothing else.

I couldn’t be fucking happier.

“You started this, and you’re finishing it,” Matt demands gruffly. His dick is still hard, and that look in his eyes is full of hunger

Fucking yes.

I’ll own it.

Sure.

If they want to think I’m responsible for getting them hot and bothered before we’re even in the gym it makes no fucking difference to me.

The end result is the same. Absolute motherfucking ecstasy.

Winking back at Eden, I can’t help delighting in her flushed face. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Movement is flurried. The three of us move as one. “Give me that dick,” I bite out before grabbing Matt.

“Slower, slower…oh my god.” Matt reaches out, grabbing the equipment next to him. “I want you looking up at me, sucking me off.” His hand brushes through my hair before he catches my lip in his. “Suck. Me. Off.”

Eden kisses my shoulder blade. “You heard him. Take a knee, babe.” As I do just that, she leans over, taking Matt’s face with one hand and giving him a kiss that causes him to stumble forward slightly.

Off the charts chemistry. This is my nirvana.

Matt looks down at me massaging his thick cock with my tongue as I move him in and out of my mouth. My lids are lowered as I look up at him. One of my hands moves to work my own cock. Eden breaks the kiss with Matt, breathless. “I want you both. This waiting is driving me crazy.”

Matt eases himself away from my mouth. “Come here, B.” I don’t need any encouragement to follow his every move. “Eden, honey, over here.” He sits at a lat pulldown machine, readjusting his balls before hooking his finger toward me. “Climb on.”

“Wait…let me get you ready,” Eden purrs next to me. She pushes me back toward Matt so I’m sitting in front of him. Smiling, she kneels in front of me. Using some of the cum from my release she rubs my tip, her tongue and spit wetting me further.

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